My Dad - 31. Kitchen h

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As An Qidong went upstairs, the image of a smiling girl standing in the kitchen kept flashing through his mind.
He raised his hand to rub his temples and went into the bathroom.
After taking a cold shower, An Qidong managed to suppress his inexplicable anger.
After changing into her loungewear in front of the closet, she glanced up and saw an empty wooden clothes rack inside.
That was originally the rack supporting his shirt.
Without even a second thought, An Nuan was now wearing that missing shirt.
An Qidong casually picked up a towel and dried his hair before walking downstairs.
Dining room
Dinner was almost ready. There were several home-style dishes on the table that looked quite appetizing. The rice had been served in porcelain bowls, and the girl wearing his shirt stood gently beside him, setting out the chopsticks.
Perhaps the restaurant's lighting was too warm.
The calm lake in An Qidong's heart rippled in layers, as if a small pebble had been thrown into it.
He suddenly remembered the phrase "peaceful and quiet life".
In that brief moment of distraction, An Nuan pulled him to sit down at the dining table.
"Dad, have a taste." An Nuan happily picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in his bowl.
An Qidong did not refuse.
An Nuan, propping her head up with her hand, tilted her head and asked with a smile, "How was it?"
"It's alright." ... After chewing it... it was surprisingly delicious.
An Qidong hadn't expected An Nuan to be such a good cook. If it weren't for the current situation, he would have loved to film this and post it on his WeChat Moments to show off to his friends with mischievous kids! But now…
An Nuan watched as An Qidong said "It's alright," but his tone subtly lifted, and his brows relaxed.
She smiled and said, "Then Dad should eat more."
"Hmm." An Qidong's expression darkened slightly as he responded casually, seemingly lost in thought.
The atmosphere became somewhat somber, and An Nuan didn't speak again, only occasionally placing a piece of food on An Qidong's plate.
...
After dinner, An Qidong took the initiative to clean up the dishes and wash them.
The man was wearing a gray-blue loungewear set, which made him look handsome and gentle. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing two smooth and strong forearms.
The kitchen light shone on the man's head, casting a shadow that accentuated his long, straight back.
An Nuan walked over barefoot and silently.
She wrapped her arms around the man's waist from behind; his waist was strong and slender, and she could wrap her arms around him very tightly. She gently rubbed her cheek against his, occasionally breathing warm air onto his broad back.
An Qidong stiffened slightly.
The thin shirt, radiating intense heat, clearly transmitted to every nerve in An Qidong's back. He could even feel An Nuan's two erect nipples gently brushing against his back beneath the soft shirt, like an itch.
The girl's soft face gently brushed against his back, the movement so tender, like a tiny, fine feather tickling his heart...
An Qidong didn't turn around, so An Nuan couldn't see his expression. She only knew that this time An Qidong didn't try so hard to reject her like he did last time.
Thinking this, An Nuan reached down to the man's navel, rubbing and kneading slowly and erotically...
With her eyes closed, she tiptoed and licked the man's earlobe with the tip of her tongue, occasionally circling it around his ear.
"Tickling...tickling," an ambiguous sound echoed in the kitchen.
Feeling the increasingly high temperature of the man's body beneath her palm, An Nuan finally touched the tent that the man had erected. Through the thin pajamas, she gently rubbed it with her palm, and the man's heat was astonishing!
With her other hand, she moved upwards, slipping it inside the hem of his shirt, and gently pinched the man's small nipple with her fingers, her nails playfully scratching and teasing the tip of his nipple.
“…Dad.” An Nuan murmured softly, her delicate kisses landing on the man’s broad back through his clothes…
She was already wet.
After a thorough lovemaking session, her body vividly remembered the feeling of being cherished, especially her vagina... She could even feel her vaginal muscles gently churning... clamoring for something hard and hot to be inserted...
“…Mmm…Dad…”
While her hands continued to knead the man's desire, she rubbed her lower body against his buttocks, moving up and down. This borderline sexual act sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan softly...
“…Hmm…”
But the man remained with his back to her, neither accepting nor rejecting her.
An Qidong had already put down the bowl in his hand, his eyes lowered so that his expression was unreadable. Only his clenched fists and the changes in his body revealed that he was not calm at all.
His mind was in a mess...
Reason told him: this mistake cannot continue; he must stop An Nuan's actions...
But a voice came from the deepest part of his heart: The mistake has already been made, and there's no way to undo it, so why not... why not just give in to the madness... and follow the desires of his body?

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